Alejandro brought us to another big Villa. Same size as Antonio and close to the same design, a number of cars were lined up and I assumed they were Antonio's family. There were many things yet to be discovered.Walking inside the Villa, I saw an entourage of people in black.What a coincidence.Since Antonio and I wore black too."Is this for pretense to be public eye?" I askedWith a smirk, he replied, "You got it.""So this is the reason for Antonio's smiles."Looking to the person who spoke, he looked like a clone of Antonio. My hand - without second guessing - reached Antonio's. I looked at him, then at the other figure."You both look the same... twins?" I asked."More like triplets," he replied, walking up to us and reaching his hand out to us, "My name is Arnaldo De Luca. Second brother of Antonio. Walking clone."I let out a chuckle, "You accept that phrase as well?" I asked, "Walking clone?""What can I say my sister, I am right after Antonio.""Now you have met him," Antonio said."Scared I would pose as you?" Arnaldo said, folding his arms, "I can be a pretty good Antonio imposter.""You never can, no matter how well deceiving it is."They both looked at me."Antonio has his way of doing things, getting certain jobs done and his way of reacting to certain things that makes him unique. I have learnt them and if you were to be an imposter, I would definitely notice.""Ahh," Arnaldo said, "So your wife is stalking you too?"I flushed in embarrassment, stuttering as I tried to explain myself."No! I-I have been with him for a long time now, and I am a fast learner, so I get to know how he is quickly - not in a creepy way or anything like that-""He's teasing you, don't worry. This is why I didn't want you to know.""You may be oldest, but I still have emotions okay?""Antonio, Arnaldo, Rea, come," Alejandro called us, his voice firm and serious, "We have a lot to discuss."Walking towards him, I met with Antonio's aunts and other cousins. One of the aunts looked at me with disgust. I was used to such treatment but as long as I stood out if her way, she would hopefully keep her hate to herself."We need to convince Andrea to shut the empire down.""He would, if he had a wife beside him!""Please, what wife? What happened to the girl he had? Left him and now he is in this mess alone. Wives brought to the family are a disgrace to the De Luca family."She - Aunt Camila - looked at me."For someone mute as you, I wonder what help would you bring in this situation.""Camila," Antonio spoke, "Don't speak to my wife in that tone."Camila taken back but not shaken, "I am being honest.""Honest? Please, you haven't even covered the basics."She looked at me, including the other family members."Let me update you on your... misconceptions. First, I am selectively mute, and even if I was mute, I can hear. Second, I am one of your own now, meaning I am on your side. Third, my selective mutism can be an advantage on our side, so why don't we tough it out and be friends for now, no?"Alejandro impressed, Arnaldo nodding in agreement, and Antonio proud."You heard my wife. She is one of us, so no bad talk, okay Aunt Camila?""Fine," Camila replied, folding her arms.After the meeting concluded, I stood up and called Jackie to check up on Arya. I felt another presence walk behind me but I didn't mind on whoever it was."Thanks Arya, see you soon."Dropping the call, I turned around to see Antonio behind me."How is Arya?" Antonio asked."She's good, currently eating some ice cream."I laughed and Antonio joined in a light chuckle."That little one," Antonio said."Antonio."We both turned to see Aunt Camila. Giving Antonio and her aunt space, I walked away.Antonio"So your wife is selectively mute?" Camila asked."Yes, and?" I asked, "The point?""She is the daughter of Ronaldi Bianchi. How sure can we trust her?""That's her father we are talking about. This is my wife you are talking about.""But still, what if she turns her back on us afterwards?""Deal with your insecurities Aunt, but I know that Rea won't betray me. She will be by my side.""Oh, you are blinded by love Antonio," she said, "Remember how her father betrayed you? Then gave her daughter to us? How do we know they didn't make a deal-""Aunt Camila," I spoke, "I appreciate the concern, but I trust Rea. And yes, I am blinded by love, but I am not blinded enough to see a person's worth."Unable to protest, she gave a nod, "If you say so.""Thank you," I said as I walked away and joined Rea who was waiting by herself by the door.ReaI saw Antonio walk towards me after what seemed like an eternity. Surely, Aunt Camila didn't trust me, but my dad's betrayal (which I never knew about) had nothing to do with me. I hated involving myself in such... shenanigans but to help Antonio, I would.We walked to the car and drove off in silence. I stared outside the window, admiring the rows of trees lined up almost perfectly on both sides of the road."I am sorry about Aunt Camila's words back there," Antonio spoke, keeping his eyes on the road, "She is a sharp-tongued person.""That's okay," I replied, "Trust needs to built, and we will get there one day-""Still, the way she spoke to you was unwelcomed. I told her."I looked at Antonio."I am just your wife Antonio," I said, brushing his words off."Yes, you are my wife."He gave me a short glance before taking his eyes back on the road, "You are worth more than just a title."I chuckled, then adjusted myself to look at him, "You are way more softer than you realize.""Only for you and Arya," he replied with a smirk, "Not even my family knows this side of me.""Hard to believe," I said, folding my arms, "Doesn't the saying go, 'Charity begins at home' prove true in almost every household?" I asked."Not in mine," Antonio replied, "It is more like, 'Charity begins where home is'."I looked at him puzzled, "Interesting. What does Mr. De Luca mean by that unique phrase?" I asked teasingly."It means home is where my wife and daughter is."He then looked at me, "Where you are."I subconsciously gave him a smile, then made him turn his attention back to the road, "We need to stay alive for Arya, okay?"He smiled, though not looking at me, clearly enjoying the conversation as I was.